riki.nishimura → cherry lipstick

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After a good while in the club, the entire five of us were wasted as fuck, including me and I had a pretty high alcohol tolerance.

I stumbled around the club, unclear vision. It was like four in the morning, holy fuck, I had to go home or I'd probably end up getting kidnapped and sold on the black market.

I stumbled around, as if I had two left feet, walking everywhere but straight. Almost falling over as I bumped into someone. I held my head, looking up at the figure.

But, due to the amount of alcohol, my vision was seriously fuzzy, and attempting to squint my eyes to see closer helped nothing.

I held on to the figure, my fingers pressing onto the hard abdomen as I tried to figure out my surroundings right now.

"Do you even know where you are right now?" The familiar, deep voice came into play.

"Home." I slurred, taking my balance off him and attempting to walk somewhere out of the club. He grabbed me by the hair, pulling me back, and knowing how wasted I was, I almost fell to the floor.

He respectfully placed his arm behind me, refusing to touch me with his actual hand as I almost fell back. He helped me get back up straight, guiding me out of the building.

The cold air hit me quickly, but it wasn't cold enough nor quick enough to sober me up quickly. I was literally gone.

I was so gone that I almost walked straight onto the road, Niki pulling me by the hair to guide me back onto the sidewalk.

"Jesus fucking Christ." He groaned lowly, looking at me and wondering what to do. He ruffled his hair, then grabbed me by the waist suddenly, throwing me over his shoulder and pulling my dress down.

I couldn't even resist, I didn't even have a single clue of what was going on right now. I genuinely thought I was flying.

"Oh shit! I have superpowers!" I looked at my hands in disbelief at what was going on, I tried to kick my legs, but they were held in place by Niki who was walking to his car or something.

"Cannot believe I made such a bet with an idiot." He groaned, complaining about me once again.

"You're broke as hell, you won't even be able to afford my house." I scoffed, drunkenly talking right now.

He didn't say anything, but opened the passenger's side to a fresh new, valeted Black Rolls Royce. Drunk me did not acknowledge that for a second, I still stood by my theory that he was broke.

He sat me in the passenger's side, slamming the door and heading to his side. He got in, clearing his throat and driving off as soon as he could.

"Where do you live?" He asked, driving around while he waited for my reply.

"Where do I live? Pfft, you're gonna make me sell my house?" I blurted, spewing actual nonsense. He looked at me, confused and concerned.

"Are you trying to get home or...." Niki was utterly shocked at how I became an idiot after a good few drinks.

"It's okay. You can just give me this car when you can't afford my house." I pat him on his shoulder, so unashamed of my behaviour. I was unconcerned with anything, I don't even think I was conscious at this point.

"Can you tell me your address..?" Niki seemed to be driving round in circles at this rate, waiting for me to give him an answer.

"Just the McDonald's down to the left there." I pointed, he gave a disappointed sigh, driving out of the area and just randomly around town.

"You're not gonna tell me where you live?" He persisted, I'm surprised he didn't make me walk home at this point, I was being so annoying.

"Nishimura, hmmmm. Hm, hm hm." I looked up at the starry roof, thinking for a bit, "You and that girl are dating, right? Why are you cheating?!"

Niki let out a groan, rubbing his face with his hand as he just had to listen and endure my words right now.

"I guess you won't tell me where you live." He muttered to himself, parking the car on the side and grabbing my phone. He pointed the phone towards my face, unlocking it and scrolling through my contacts.

He suddenly dialed for a number, the phone ringing, and ringing. It ended up going to voicemail, and he tried again, with another two contacts, just the same.

"Goddamn, are all your friends in the club with you?" He stared at me in disbelief, "No fucking way I'm taking your ass anywhere near my house right now."

"Pfft, I will just walk." I tried to open the door, but as I said that, he immediately locked the door, blocking me from getting out.

He dialed for another number, the phone rang, and rang, until it picked up, a male voice from the other end.

"Yuri, what the fuck? It's four in the morning.." My brother's voice came from the other end.